Sore Muscles and Laugh Lines

If you have read any of my past posts, you may have gotten the idea I’m not too keen on this getting older business.  Well, I’m not and I don’t plan on taking it sitting down.

Since turning 50, I have been amazed at how things are changing. I don’t know if I hadn’t been noticing or if things really did start falling apart at 50. Most of the time, I don’t think about aging. I just go about my merry way. But lately I have discovered my mind and body do not belong to the same person. My mind believes I’m 30ish. Because of this, I am constantly doing things that my body wants no part of.

For example, last Sunday morning I got up early to do the weedeating in our yard. It takes me  anywhere from 1 1/2 – 2  1/2 hours depending on the time of year and if I have used any Roundup. Because I weedeat such a big area, Phil was good enough to get me an industrial trimmer. It weighs about 40 pounds and I love it. Sunday, I worked a little less than 2 hours before I had to get ready for church. This was my first time this year and my arms were a little tired, but I didn’t think much about it.

Sunday evening rolled around and I had been planning a long run all week. The Sunday before I ran 7 miles and was shooting for 8 miles that day. The first couple of miles were good. At mile 3, things started getting harder. Mile 4 knocked me on my tail and I did the walk of shame home. All during miles 3 and 4 I was racking my brain trying to figure out where I had gone wrong. I was well rested, well hydrated, had a good lunch, was looking forward to my run, so what was it? Then it hit me, it was the weedeating.

Sunday night I made a post on Instagram and Facebook about my dismal performance. On Monday my friend Theresa asked me if I was still sore. I told her I wasn’t sore, that I was just old and couldn’t do both the same day. :-O  On Tuesday, my arms were so sore I had to wear a button up shirt, because I couldn’t raise my arms. (I told Theresa she jinxed me and it was all her fault!)

As I thought about it, it occurred to me that I am an idiot. I did relatively hard manual labor for nearly 2 hours and ran 4 miles. Not anything to be ashamed of. Especially if you consider before I started running I always planned my weedeating on days that it was the only physical activity I was doing because it would completely wipe me out.

I’m thinking as the mowing/weedeating season goes on, it will get easier and I won’t plan a long run on the same day. Plus, I may  have found an ace in the hole. Our neighbors have a grandson in the 7th grade who is wanting a job.:)

Since I’m on the topic of aging today, another thing I have been noticing lately is how deep the lines and wrinkles are getting. Good grief. The wrinkles are terrible around my eyes,  temples, cheeks, and mouth.  I read one time that many famous women don’t  smile, because they don’t want “laugh lines.” I guess all these lines mean I’ve had a lot to smile and laugh about in my 50 years, so I will wear them with pride.

To quote my brother David, “at the end of the day” I realize I need to be stronger and I need to be logging more miles.   I may not be able to jump in like I could have 20 years ago, but that’s life, and I’m ok with it.  Because “at the end of the day” it’s a good life, it is a very blessed life.

Run happy. Be fierce.

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